I do not own Enrique Iglesias or any of their songs. Wah!
I was versing my best friend's little brother, Dylan in a Mario cart brothers video game at my best friend's house. "No! Dylan! You're beating me!" "Yes, Lani! In your face! In your face!" Dylan had beat me. A nine year old actually beat me at my own game. So embarrassing. Dylan and I heard a scream. "EEEEE!" Then in came my best friend, Jasmine. "EEEE! Guess what I got Lani?" "Some earplugs?" Dylan asked. "Dylan! Shut up! Uh, go to your room! Now!"
Ordered Jasmine. "Uhhh." And Dylan went upstairs to his room. "So what's up Jas?" "I got you and me to front row seats to Enrique Iglesias!" "Oh Jas, you didn't." "Oh, but I did, Lani. And we're both going tomorrow!" See, my friend Jasmine,
Or as I like to call her, Jas, has this major love, craving, fling or whatever you'd call it for, you guessed it, Enrique Iglesias. And you see, I'm not that type of girl who likes Enrique Iglesias or their music.
In fact, I might even hate it.
"Oh Jas, do I have to go with you? What about Dylan? He'd probably love to go with you." "Lani, you'd know I would never do that and yes, you have to come. That's in order!" "Would you look at the time? I have to go home. I have homework to do." I lied. "Uh huh. Sure, Lani.
Fine go home. But dress in your nicest clothes for tomorrow. I want us to be the only people that catch Enrique's eye." "Sure. Bye, Jas."
"Bye, Lani."